“Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.” – Henri Frederic Amiel
Jenny the pilot, flying ever so high
In her small plane through a dark stormy sky
She saw a passenger plane, oh what a fright
Heading straight towards her, a terrible sight
An angel appeared right by her side
Missing a sandal and stoned out of his mind
"There's turbulence ahead, but there’s nothing to fear
Just watch out for those pesky air sharks, dear"
Jenny couldn't help but roll her eyes
For the angel stank of MJ and week-old fries
She knew she must focus and stay calm
As she braced for impact, in fate's open palm
She closed her eyes and hoped for the best
As she flew towards that metal bird’s chest
What happened next, we may never know
All that is certain is that angel was of absolutely no help whatsoever